Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 11

I’ve arranged your marriage partner for you. He’s the son of a politician with strong connections in the Far East region.

I’ll send you a train ticket. Use the journey to sort out your feelings.

This was the email from my real father.

You might find it hard to believe, but that’s just the kind of man he was.

A big shot who could pull strings even with the Russian government.

Hearing that, you might imagine a noble father figure, but in reality, he was a coldhearted man who saw his family members as mere political tools.

For my two elder sisters and myself – three daughters in total – a marriage of political strategy was the predetermined path. My two older sisters had already registered their marriages with the sons of regional politicians.

I, too, was being told I’d marry whoever my father decided on in the future.

In exchange, I could do whatever I wanted in my early twenties using my father’s money and connections.

How much freedom did I have? Enough to charter a jumbo jet and rent out a private island beach for a month.

I could take three of my favorite movie stars to that island and indulge in nonstop s3x at the resort. That’s the level of freedom I enjoyed.

I won’t reveal exactly what I accomplished, since it would cause trouble for many people. But I’m confident I lived life as freely as the Hill◯n sisters.

I’ve dated the most desirable men imaginable, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I’ve experienced every luxury this world has to offer.

But all that was possible only because I would unconditionally marry the partner my father chose.

The man he picked was a balding, overweight old man, and I couldn’t refuse.

When Father told me, “You’ve enjoyed enough luxury to match this arrangement,” we had no grounds to argue.

Seven days to Vladivostok.

That was the grace period Father granted me.

Though he called it a grace period, it was merely time to prepare myself emotionally.

I’m still not dried up as a woman, and if I could, I’d want to keep fishing for men. But maybe it’s time to call it quits here.

With a masked marriage, I could play around in the shadows as much as I liked, and worst comes to worst, I could refuse s3x. But if my partner got serious, I’d have to have s3x and pretend to love them on the surface.

I’d rather die than do that.

Just as I thought that, I realized I was a bird in a cage with no right to refuse.

I could throw myself from the window onto the rails and say I’d lived life to the fullest, but I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to die with my organs scattered either.

I should’ve brought some sleeping pills. Then I could’ve died easily.

 

“What a mess.”

 

I muttered to myself in the empty first-class carriage.

Even if I thought that, I don’t have the courage to really die. Even if I ran away, I’d end up being caught by my father, and it would be better to suck the d1ck of a bald old man than to be severely punished for being selfish.

After all, that way I could keep living luxuriously like before.

If I ran away on a momentary impulse, a miserable life of poverty would await me.

Or I might have to sell my body to make a living. That would be an option I would rather die for.

 

“Still, I’ll have seven days off.”

 

Since my feelings are already sorted, I wish he’d just get me on a plane already. But that father of mine always manages to overthink things in the strangest ways.

Deep down, he probably feels bad about his daughters, but he can’t express it in a normal way. That’s just how that father is.

Even if I wanted to go man-hunting, I have no interest in men who use poverty-stricken trains like the Trans-Siberian Railway.

In that sense, even if he’s a bald old man, he probably knows how to live like a VIP. We might actually get along in that regard.

All I can do now is pray that he’s not some pervert who’ll make his wife eat sh1t.

 

“Seriously, the air itself is unpleasant.”

 

I was already growing sick of the poverty-stricken stench permeating the train car.

Even if I wanted to shower, the individual compartments didn’t have private facilities, and using the communal ones required the conductor’s permission each time. The idea of using a shower that strangers might have used was downright repulsive.

 

“Let’s get back quickly.”

 

After hastily washing my body with the crude shower, I rushed out of the bathroom to avoid lingering in the shared space.

To be honest, I even hated the thought of brushing past the smelly passengers or the conductor.

Ideally, I wanted to return to my compartment without encountering anyone in the cramped train.

That’s what I thought,

 

(This is the worst…)

 

As soon as I exited the bathroom, an Asian man stood directly in front of me.

My first impression was of a bear. Clumsy, shorter than me despite being male, and dull. He was the very embodiment of the yellow race stereotype.

 

“Konnichiwa…”

 

The man greeted me in Russian so accented I could barely understand it.

Frankly, just being addressed by him made my skin crawl.

The mere fact that this creep was witnessing my presence was disgusting. I knew he’d be burning images of my chest and ass into his mind, to jerk off to later in his room.

I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

But to get past him, I had to squeeze through the narrow train aisle.

The moment we brushed past, I feared he’d use the train’s sway to grope my chest or ass. I couldn’t shake the anxiety. Asian men probably spend all their time fantasizing about raping white women anyway.

 

(Just… get moving already!)

 

I was practically clearing the path for him, but he showed no intention of moving forward.

Was this some Asian version of “ladies first” etiquette, or was he scheming to keep me in his line of sight for as long as possible?

Having reached my limit, I decided to pass by the man myself.

To avoid any accidents, I kept my back almost pressed against the wall, showing nothing but wariness toward him.

As we brushed past each other in the cramped train car, I couldn’t help but stare at his entire body.

His height was probably about 10 centimeters shorter than mine.

His short black hair looked unkempt like weeds, and his stubble had grown unchecked.

His face was flat and featureless, yet despite his short stature, he had unnaturally broad shoulders.

He looks like a caveman, I thought. Since he’s Asian, maybe he’s like the Peking Man.

His build, particularly his hips and thick legs, was sturdy. A woman would surely be ruined by a man like this pounding her.

The thing hanging between his legs must be quite impressive, I’m sure.

Imagining what lay beneath his trousers sent shivers of fear through me.

It was thick and unnecessarily long, curving backward like a medieval saber. The exposed glans was sturdy, clearly capable of bringing a woman to her knees.

A true barbarian’s c0ck.

Just brushing past him in the cramped train car was enough to feel its full weight.

This man must be a lion in bed.

He’s pretending to be a simple Asian man, but he’s really just waiting for a chance to make women scream.

 

“I don’t like that.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Before I knew it, my hands were kneading the man’s crotch.

How dare he think he can make us white women scream? It’s obvious to everyone that we’re superior in both s3x and daily life.

 

“What the hell do you eat to get like this?”

 

As expected, the man’s crotch was incredibly impressive. Even through his pants, I could feel its impressive bulk.

The thickness, length, shape – everything about it seemed completely out of place for an Asian man. Deep down, I thought it was utterly impudent.

 

“Do you think you can take me with this?”

 

I interrogate in Russian, kneading the man’s p3nis. Unpleasantly, almost no foreigners know Russian. I think they should at least master basic Russian conversation while in Russia, but this man too seems completely unable to understand our country’s language.

 

“That’s what I mean when I say you’re insolent.”

 

“Ahh!!”

 

When I squeeze the base of his p3nis, the man lets out a pathetic cry. See what I mean? There’s not even a single millimeter of opportunity for you Asians to take advantage of us whites.

 

“Look, it’s getting harder and harder.”

 

I stop kneading and focus on stroking the shaft. The p3nis gradually stiffens under my touch.

The fabric of his trousers bulges as his arousal becomes tangible in my palm, embodying the masculine excitement.

 

(What is this…? Isn’t it a bit too big?)

 

The erect p3nis of the man was far more formidable than I’d imagined. Both its girth and length had already surpassed my wildest expectations, and its softness suggested it still retained untapped potential. Most strikingly, even through clothing, the sensation of the glans at the tip was clearer than any p3nis I’d ever encountered.

 

“That’s what makes it so impudent.”

 

“AAH!!”

 

I changed tactics, deciding to assault the p3nis from multiple angles.

My left hand kneaded the heavy scrotum while my right stroked the sturdy shaft.

Still unsatisfied, I began licking the man’s spine through his trousers.

 

“Ah…”

 

I ran my tongue over the man’s underside, which was clearly visible even through his pants.

Though I was merely licking through clothing, the sensation felt as vivid as if I were savoring the raw flesh itself.

That alone proved how formidable this man’s p3nis was. Its presence alone could make his trousers bulge taut, straining against the fabric.

Utterly impudent.

For an Asian man to possess something rivaling a black porn actor’s p3nis…

 

“You can come right now if you want,”

 

I urged, thoroughly enjoying myself as I continued to tease his member through the fabric.

I licked his balls through his pants, kneaded his glans through his clothes, doing everything possible to make him climax quickly.

An Asian man like this should just cum in his own pants.

 

(How strange…)

 

But no matter how much I squeezed or rubbed, the man showed no signs of coming. If anything, his erection grew even more formidable, threatening to tear through his trousers with its explosive force.

 

(What is this? Is there a stone inside…?)

 

The man’s member was as hard as stone—no, not some brittle mineral, but a dense, solid piece of marble.

Even for a giant c0ck, I’d never encountered one this rigid before.

 

(I wonder if I have to take it raw… in my mouth.)

 

With the man refusing to ejaculate, I began considering this option.

At first I thought it was an impossible option, but strangely enough, now I don’t feel any resistance to it.

I thought at that moment that sucking through clothes or raw would feel the same.

But then…

 

“What the hell is this…?”

 

The moment I unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, my eyes were instantly captivated.

It was larger and more curved than I’d imagined, the man’s long shaft standing defiantly erect.

The protruding glans was twice as formidable as I’d imagined. Both its girth and length felt entirely different when touched compared to when seen.

More than anything, it was beautiful.

I couldn’t take my eyes off this p3nis, which was more perfectly shaped than any I’d ever seen before.

This must feel absolutely incredible.

If I were penetrated by something like this, I wouldn’t be able to resist this man in any way.

 

(No, I can’t… This is an Asian man’s p3nis…)

 

I desperately tried to tell myself not to, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the man’s thing for even a second.

I touched the man’s hardened shaft barehanded, feeling its heat against my palm.

The smell of pre-cum released from the tip was more intense than any rotting garbage, giving off an addictive smell.

The glans, shaft, and balls were all incredible.

If all Asian men are like this, then what’s the point of white women having s3x with white men…?

 

“Mmm, mmm—”

 

Before I knew it, I was fervently sucking on the man’s p3nis.

My mouth fills with saliva as I use my tongue to lick the glans, the underside, and the veins. My hands and lips massage his entire length.

 

(How big is this? How thick?)

 

Even my mouth can’t contain it all. Not my mouth, not even my private place could take this long shaft. If he were to enter me, he’d reach my depths effortlessly.

 

“Ahh… Ahh…”

 

The man lets out pathetic moan.

Doesn’t matter if he’s Asian or whatever.

I have no defense against this monstrous c0ck before me.

I want him to come inside me now.

I want his seed to cover every inch of my body.

 

“Aaah—!”

 

The semen released by the man defiled my entire body, just as I had wished.

My prized blonde hair. My naturally sculpted face that rivals actors’. The valley between my freshly showered br3asts, mercilessly drenched with the boys’ sperm.

 

(This smell… It’s addictive…)

 

Even after being showered with his milky-white semen from the tip of his c0ck, I still had no intention of leaving this place.

If I could, I wanted him to cum five more times.

I want him to ejaculate so much that my face is covered in his sperm.

 

“It’s okay. Come here.”

 

After two more face-fucks from the man, I dragged an Asian guy into my room.

The first-class carriage of the Trans-Siberian Railway.

In that room, I stripped off all my clothes.

 

“Please, stick it in me here.”

 

Standing in a doggy position before the Asian man, I begged, my ass still facing his still-hard c0ck.

How could I hold back after being treated like that? This man’s cum was meant for a woman’s womb, not her face.

 

“Ahhn—♡♡”

 

Like a beast, I was impaled by the man’s member.

He felt completely different from any man I’d experienced before.

His c0ck was so thick, I wondered if he was even human.

 

“Ahh! It’s amazing! Japanese penises are amazing!!”

 

Judging by the name “Daisuke,” I’d assumed he was Japanese. From then on, I felt like all I could do was shout praises about Japanese penises.

 

“Why are you so amazing!? I’ve never seen a p3nis like this in my life!”

 

To be fair, his p3nis really was extraordinary.

It wasn’t just his p3nis either—his hip movements, the way he squeezed my br3asts, his thrusts deep inside, his kisses, the spanks on my buttocks—everything about him was exceptional. After just one act of s3x, I became utterly captivated by this man.

 

“Ahh! Cum inside me! You’re the only one I’d let cum inside! I don’t care if I get pregnant—so use that magnificent c0ck of yours to silence my womb!”

 

This was the first time I’d ever begged for a man to ejaculate inside me. Pre-marital pregnancy meant certain disinheritance from my father, and I’d always thought the idea of letting a man’s semen enter my body was repulsive—even if someone offered me hundreds of millions of dollars.

But now, things were different.

I wanted this man’s p3nis to fill me.

I wanted to be impregnated by his thick, potent seed.

At the end of this transcendent s3x, I want him to take me to heaven.

As his rigid c0ck thrusts against my cervix from behind, that’s all I can think about.

And then…

 

“Ahhhhhhhh! ♡♡♡”

 

The moment I’ve been waiting for.

A Japanese man’s seed being planted inside me.

The semen that was once showered all over my body now floods directly into my womb.

It’s truly incredible.

This man’s s3x, this creampie, is undoubtedly the best in the world.

 

“Ahh! ♡ Ahh! ♡”

 

His endless release continues to batter my cervix, each surge driving me to new heights of ecstasy.

The Japanese man grabs my arms in a standing position from behind, holding my torso up as he ejaculates.

My defenseless br3asts sway violently, n1pples completely exposed.

What’s more, my pvssy is clamped firmly around his c0ck, leaving no escape from the relentless insemination.

Undoubtedly the most humiliating scene I could ever imagine.

But in truth, I can confidently say this is the most extraordinary moment one could possibly experience in life.

To have s3x with this man is probably the dream of every woman in the world.

But right now, I’m the one being creampied.

I, Aleksandra Limanskaya, am being violated by the world’s most exceptional man, and he’s currently filling me with his seed.

 

“You’re really… incredible…”

 

Even after the ejaculation stopped and I was able to breathe a little more calmly, I still had no time to relax.

The persistent pressure from his still-erect c0ck inside me is overwhelming enough, and any accidental brush of his tip against my cervix threatens to make me climax.

This is undoubtedly just the beginning.

In two or three minutes, that monstrous pistoning will start again.

Before it does, I need to say something.

In Russian – a language he probably can’t understand – while still being impaled from behind in this humiliating position, I said:

 

“I’m going to be your wife. I’ll arrange for an escape abroad. Once I leave this train, you can use the room however you like. I’ll catch up to you in about a week, so—ahh♡♡”

 

And then you’ll make me your s3x slave.

Before I could finish speaking, he began thrusting again with renewed vigor.

This time, his movements were forceful and unrelenting. Only now did I realize how restrained he’d been earlier.

In the next few hours, I might cum so much I die.

Despite this terrifying thought, I couldn’t resist the primal urge to please this man.

So I threw away all my pride and surrendered completely to this Japanese man’s terrifying s3x.

 

“Ahh♡♡♡ Japanese s3x is amazing♡♡♡”

 

I abandoned my white pride, the Limanskaya family’s fate, everything. I resolved to become this man’s raw.

 

◆Character Profile◆

Name: Alexandra Limanskaya

Country of Origin: Russian Federation

Age: 27 years old

Height: 181 cm

Weight: 61 kg

Bust: G cup

Number of Male Partners: Around 50

 

The third daughter of the Limanskaya family, who wields tremendous influence over the Russian government.

She was supposed to marry the son of a politician with strong connections to China, but when she found out about Daisuke’s s3x, she ran away. After overcoming various bets and deals, she was allowed to live in Japan as Daisuke’s s3x slave.

She doesn’t seem to care how many partners Daisuke has, and is happy as long as she can have s3x with him whenever she wants.

Recently, she’s been gradually learning Japanese. Surprisingly, she might make an ideal wife someday.

If she becomes pregnant, she plans to give birth without question.

 

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

I think he’s impudent for a Japanese, but once he pins me down, I can’t argue back.

Nothing beats the pleasure of s3x. In the end, that’s just the truth.

 

◆A message to readers◆

 

I’m glad I became Daisuke’s slave.

I don’t know what my father would say if he saw me like this, but at least tell him I’m better than those crude Japanese men there.

Sister Sonya and Sister Dunya should just become members of Daisuke’s s3x slave club.